Chapter 89: Chapter 89: I do not Want a Drink

SCARLETT

May

We are on a short trip in Sochi on a bye week before the playoffs. Wedding plans are underway and Viktor wants to ask my father for my hand in marriage. I told him it seems backward, since we've been engaged for weeks and, frankly, I don't feel like my dad needs to weigh in on my personal life at this point.

He insists, though, so we've made the trek overseas. Sochi, it turns out, is gorgeous in the springtime, the mountains still capped with snow, a contrast to the vast green hills below. I take a ton of pictures as we travel.

I've been feeling a little under the weather since we left Vegas, so I actually bow out of our first dinner on the ground that evening. Viktor will meet my father and ask for my hand, so I think it's probably good for them to get some time alone together.

Pam FaceTimes me as I wander the streets, trying to shake off the nausea, which I'm attributing to jet lag.

"What's up, girlie?" she asks.